Riparian Perambulatory Ramblage in Funk Town

Just a stroll along the river

They’re roasting today over at the Coffee warehouse. It’s a few blocks away towards the Quarter, and the bitter-sweet aroma of singed beans is being borne gently in the heat by occasional breezes that tickle and flirt with the perambulatory olfactories. The river isn’t particularly high or particularly low and I stroll slowly, taking my time in the fug …